dear_roomie fed up I'm not the kind of person to just get up in people's faces for no reason. I'm not really into fighting and I can't stand violence. But I learned early on that when a bully starts to mess with you, you push back hard until they stop messing with you or you're dead or defeated. Well, I'm one of those strange people that doesn't see much difference between physical bullying and intellectual/emotional bullying. If anything, the second kind has done more damage on this planet than the first. And let's face it, trying to talk to you would have been pointless. After THREE YEARS of me asking humorously and humbly, asking seriously and businesslike, raising my voice, screaming..basically escalating to the point where I'm about to start THROWING things. I finally got fed up with your ALPHA-BULLY BULLSHIT or your BLATANT INCONSIDERATION (you decide which it it. Not giving a fuck enough to remember..is the second one. Just wanting to let me know that you don't give a shit what I say is the first.) And then I got in your face. And hands up in a nonviolent posture, I just started marching toward you and crowding up in your space like you keep crowding up into mine. And I was prepared to march to the fucking sea without letting you around me, if that's what it took to get you the fuck out of what little space we've managed to carve out for ourselves out here in the common area. I didn't give a fuck if you assaulted me, yelled at me..whatever. You were going to either give a little respect, or you were going to get treated like the inconsiderate turd that you were most certainly behaving like. Here's how it should have gone: You should have noticed how late it was and remembered the multiple times we've discussed and fought over the common being our BEDROOM after a certain time. At that point, you could have gotten the fucking glass of water out of your OWN sink if you'd have given a shit about me or my feelings, but you didn't. (And yet expect me to give a shit about yours..the irony!) So what you COULD have done that would have avoided the entire scene, was knock on the fucking door like I've asked a bazillion fucking times. And after my irritated "Yea?!" asked if you could get some water real quick. It's not because I'm your boss, roomie. It's because it demonstrates a certain amount of consideration for our feelings and privacy. And it shows respect for our space..the same respect that is afforded YOUR space. That's it. A simple gesture could have avoided the entire scene. But I have a funny feeling you're just a bored motherfucker who loves stirring up the shit hoping it makes me leave. That's why I'm not going to tell you about how you fucked up our night. It would probably make your twisted, disillusioned ass titter inside. 140407 what's it to you? who go blather from